In contrast to my usual standards of respectability, this bank holiday weekend was rather a wild one. Last week, I turned the ripe old age of 22 (cue Taylor Swift), which obviously demanded I have a big birthday bash on Saturday night. Gratefully, the killer hangover was the only present I wanted to return the next morning, having left the party with fun memories and an adorable gift from one of my closest friends.
As my fashion week partner-in-crime, Tazz knows my sense of style better than anybody. So when I untied the Thomas Pink gift box, I was delighted to find a beautiful bow tie in vibrant shades of blue, turquoise and green. It even complemented the teal blue suit I was wearing that evening. I dare not think how much Tazz spent on this gorgeous accessory, but heck, aren't birthdays the one time it is acceptable to be a little bit spoiled?